THREAD Who: Neville and Hannah What: The morning after When: Backdated to Feb. 29; 8 o'clock am Where: The Leaky Caulderon Rating:PG-13 Incomplete
Neville woke to the sunlight streaming through his window, and shut his eyes against it. Letting out a low moan of pain as his head throbbed. Laying on his side, he burried his face deeper into the pillow to block out the harsh light. He was overwhelmed with a flowery scent, and his nose began to tickle. Confused, Neville opened up one eye to find that his face was buried in Hannah's long blonde hair. His eyes travelling the length of her body, he also realized that his hand was wrapped firmly around her waist, keeping her close to him.
His other eye shot open in surprise and he sat bolt upright in the bed, staring around the little room. He took in the empty bottle of Vodka that still sat on the bedside table, and his shirt crumpled into a ball on the floor. His mouth dropped open a little in surprise, as he realized that he didn't remember what happened. He reached an unsteady hand out to Hannah, gently shaking her awake.